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Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Parenting 101: Look before you pee!
Today I opened the lid to the toilet only to find a bright pink fairy princess wand hiding in the toilet. Earlier, I had pried Mario out of the bathroom. He was flushing the toilet over and over again. I guess I know why! It leaves me to wonder what else of his sisters did he flush that might actually have fit.
Sometimes I think I am a bad person!
Last night was most definitely out of the ordinary. My husband got a text from a friend, and thought he should go visit him at 10:30 at night. Now, this is odd for several reasons, but mostly because my husband doesn’t really talk much or give advice. Well, I should rephrase that last part. My husband gives advice but it normally isn’t what people want to hear because he gives them the truth without any candy coating.
Anyways given the friend, the time and the situation (plus I wanted to read a book), I did not mind at all that Monte went down to visit for over two hours. Most wives would be angry or freaking out. Me, I was happy to have the bed to myself and some peace and quiet to read. Once I finished my book and he still wasn’t home, I started to worry but not so much that he wasn’t home, but as to what could be so wrong that he was still gone.
When he got home he looked sad and he told me what was going on. His friend"s new marriage was on the rocks and he didn’t think it was going to survive. The wife had taken off to stay at her mom’s for a few days and it wasn’t the first time. She was already talking about custody of their newborn baby. Needless to say the details aren’t important. What mattered the most to me was the look in my husband’s eyes.
While I could see he was sad, he was also grateful. We know each other well enough to know these sorts of things without them having to be validated with words. He was glad that we weren’t like that. He knows that I would never run off to my moms, no matter how rough things got. I would stick by his side and we would work things out.
I was happy last night, really happy. I did feel bad about his friend’s situation but my own happiness trumped the sympathy by far. Last night, I laid awake thinking how glad I am that my marriage is the way it is. I know it isn’t perfect, but it is something pretty special. We don’t have to say how we feel but we both know that we have an unconditional love for each other and a trust that is unlike anything I have ever seen in a marriage. It was nice to feel this way.
After that, I couldn’t help but thinking about the wife’s mother. What kind of mom enables their child to run from their problems like that. If it was a one time thing after a serious fight, that is completely acceptable. But, to let your child come home because she is mad her husband didn’t tuck in the corners of the comforter when he made the bed. As a parent, shouldn’t she tell her daughter to go home and try to work things out? Her daughter made a commitment before god and government. Her husband is the father of her child. The old saying comes to mind, you have made your bed now lie in it.
Running away is only going to make things worse. I understand sometimes you need time away to collect your thoughts and calm your anger. However, running away for almost a week at a time, it is just wrong. If that is how she handles things, she shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. Her husband deserves more than that. Maybe this is why marriages fail now days, they are just so easy to run from that you never have to fix the problems. You can just run away and then start over and there is no one to make you face things.
Anyways given the friend, the time and the situation (plus I wanted to read a book), I did not mind at all that Monte went down to visit for over two hours. Most wives would be angry or freaking out. Me, I was happy to have the bed to myself and some peace and quiet to read. Once I finished my book and he still wasn’t home, I started to worry but not so much that he wasn’t home, but as to what could be so wrong that he was still gone.
When he got home he looked sad and he told me what was going on. His friend"s new marriage was on the rocks and he didn’t think it was going to survive. The wife had taken off to stay at her mom’s for a few days and it wasn’t the first time. She was already talking about custody of their newborn baby. Needless to say the details aren’t important. What mattered the most to me was the look in my husband’s eyes.
While I could see he was sad, he was also grateful. We know each other well enough to know these sorts of things without them having to be validated with words. He was glad that we weren’t like that. He knows that I would never run off to my moms, no matter how rough things got. I would stick by his side and we would work things out.
I was happy last night, really happy. I did feel bad about his friend’s situation but my own happiness trumped the sympathy by far. Last night, I laid awake thinking how glad I am that my marriage is the way it is. I know it isn’t perfect, but it is something pretty special. We don’t have to say how we feel but we both know that we have an unconditional love for each other and a trust that is unlike anything I have ever seen in a marriage. It was nice to feel this way.
After that, I couldn’t help but thinking about the wife’s mother. What kind of mom enables their child to run from their problems like that. If it was a one time thing after a serious fight, that is completely acceptable. But, to let your child come home because she is mad her husband didn’t tuck in the corners of the comforter when he made the bed. As a parent, shouldn’t she tell her daughter to go home and try to work things out? Her daughter made a commitment before god and government. Her husband is the father of her child. The old saying comes to mind, you have made your bed now lie in it.
Running away is only going to make things worse. I understand sometimes you need time away to collect your thoughts and calm your anger. However, running away for almost a week at a time, it is just wrong. If that is how she handles things, she shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. Her husband deserves more than that. Maybe this is why marriages fail now days, they are just so easy to run from that you never have to fix the problems. You can just run away and then start over and there is no one to make you face things.
Monday, October 4, 2010
The family
This is my husband, Monte, and me. We me when I was 19 and were married in 4 months. Every one says we were crazy and it was never going to last, but 8 years later things are going great. He is my exact opposite, which isn't always easy but a lot more fun than being exactly the same. He is what I need to face the day and survive. Madilyn Grace
This is our oldest, Madi. She is 7 and in second grade. If you're doing the math, she was conceived 2 weeks after our wedding, born two weeks after my 20th birthday. She is always happy, lives in her own little world and sometimes thinks she is 17. School has been a struggle for her. This year we are trying a charter school, OhDela. She attends a few classes a week online and then I do the rest of her schooling with her. Mario Goku
This is my little man. He is two and a hard core momma's boy. He loves girls and can be pretty charming. He is more stuborn than any two year old should be capable of being. When he wants something, he doesn't give up. He loves animals and anything with wheels and is constantly, constantly on the go. Othello the Cat
Moose A. Moose
This is the newest edition to the family, a 6 month old boxer mix. He is the sweetest dog and will lick you to death. He and the kids are capable of undoing all the housework I have done in minutes. He thinks he is a lap dog but weighing 70 pounds doesn't make that very feasible.Like the cat, he has adopted me as his owner. Between the two of them, I always have an animal trying to climb on me. It makes me feel a bit like Snow White.
So now you have met everyone.
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